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lirik lagu d.b chapo - how u ain't learn..?

[intro: d.b chapo]
three fat nugs within the, huh, huffin’ three~five
d~mn
ayy, what he said?

[verse 1: d.b chapo]
ayy, three fat nugs up in the wood, i’m puffin’ three~five
i be rollin’ backwoods up for later in my free time
f~ck it, i’ma pour a eight up ’cause i got three pints
big ass pole look like a f~ckin’ pvc pipe
d~mn, i got jerry in the whip, he bout to fap somethin’
handed him a arp that came in with a fat drum
i’ma grab a three~five out the zip then go and pack some
tried to blow the bl!ck, but it kept jammin’ like a cap gun

[chorus: d.b chapo]
d~mn, what, how you ain’t learn?
chiefin’ on a fake ass cart, that’s why it taste burnt
wait until i’m done with all my hits, you gotta take turns
reachin’ for this wood like you forgot i made this thing burn

[verse 2: d.b chapo]
big body lookin’ like a whip off mad max
if i’m in the function, i’ma be where all the ass at
i know we be arguin’, but we can get past that
control him with the glock and treat his ass like a lab rat
throw ak the brick, i’m treatin’ bro like he’s a full backend
darkest double cup, i poured it up, and now it’s full blackin’
huh, got a full glass
i been on the run like i got jordan on the bulls stats, d~mn
i could run a mini cartel, i got a dozen bricks
ship you off a load, but i replace it with some m~ffin mix
threw a f~ckin’ bomb inside his bando and some other sh~t
look like a scene off oppenheimer once i let that b~tton cl!ck
(d~mn, what, once i let that b~tton cl!ck)
ayy, i use a balenciaga glove as a oven mitt
zaza, i’m in love with it, if i leave, then it’s comin’ with
rainbow how i’m dumpin’ this, [?] with my thumb in it
movie on the tv, but that f~cker kept on bufferin’
[chorus: d.b chapo]
d~mn, what, how you ain’t learn?
chiefin’ on a fake ass cart, that’s why it taste burnt
wait until i’m done with all my hits, you gotta take turns
reachin’ for this wood like you forgot i made this thing burn

[verse 3: ak tarantino]
i hit up saks, we in the back, i don’t ball on no budget
i lift the pack, it make me cry like i’m choppin’ a onion
i get you smacked for tryna make somethin’ it wasn’t
automatic master p inside my whip, i’m pushin’ b~ttons
who want smoke or somethin’ when i come through your block again?
hit his body, make him wobble, boy a bobblehead
got a stretch, i bet he wish he brought his vest
bet he wish he brought a ref, i let him rest ’cause he gon’ need some
fifty on me, slidin’ through another alley
peakin’ for that boy, and once i catch him, he gon’ seize up
everything you got, i need that, take the box of kleenex
wipe his nose for all this free stuff
catch him time up, like, who he talkin’ to?
hang a lil’ b~tch by the wire he was talkin’ through
and i spank a lil’ b~tch with the belt if he gets thoughts to move
it’s a win, it’s a l!ck to me, it’s a loss to you

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